Bao Yancheng's eyes flashed with a chill as he threw an elbow strike directly at the face of the person behind him.
The knife at his lower back quivered and was violently pulled out, causing Bao Yancheng's face to turn deathly pale from pain.
He clenched his teeth, quickly rolled into a dark corner, and stood up leaning against the filthy wall,
"Ugh!" The thug behind him had his nose crooked and cursed through gritted teeth, "Chase him!"
Bao Yancheng knew he couldn't escape far, as the blood dripping continuously had already betrayed his location.
He ran breathlessly, constantly calculating in his mind.
Listening to that man's accent, he didn't seem to be a local from South America, yet the few tall and fierce thugs chasing him were undoubtedly locals.
He could almost be certain that these were men sent by Bao Yanzhen.
It seemed his movements and location had already been exposed.